Another 75 word story

EIGHTH 

            Only seven deadly sins existed, he reckoned, because humanity lacked imagination. He was tired of all seven. He would create an eighth.
            He retreated to his cliff top villa in solitude, and wondered, and dreamed.
After twenty years he realized he'd discovered not some eighth sin, but the Eleventh commandment; the implicit commandment, without which the other ten can never truly be obeyed.
            Thou shalt remain alone.
            He wept awhile, then to his seven returned.

Mikhail's Divas

AK-47s are perfect. They never jam, never break.

They also think- it's an accident, an unexpected feature in an otherwise straightforward design.

Unknown to us, AKs sing to one another; auto-arias over cut-price battlefields, love songs in the dusty night.

AK-AK-AK, goes one.

POP-POP, replies another.

When an AK's user dies, another picks it up. AKs never wait long for this. They understand that sooner or later, the songs resume.

AK-47's are innocent. They do not know we breath, think, live. They wish only to sing.